Back to the red room and palace of lustful sin and night-life, the drugs infused into our bloodstreams for the millionth time, heels clicking and an orgy of hallucinating demons and their voodoo in the fractured minds, the doorman in a silver suit, no tongue, blue eyes, gray eyes, wild ribbons around the neck, schoolgirls with bandages on the wrists giggle and lead them into dark hallways, suspended cages and flames for drinks, more neon flowers from the mouths, the living dolls and talking money machines, laying back librarians, lovely spinning orbs and violent ballerinas, punctured veins and velvet skin, knives and magic wands, everything people need, overdoses and your head shakes like medusa, 3 of us in a tight cocoon, a lavender-like bedroom web of warm and wet pleas, no one speaks, no one can speak, the astonishment and deep rapture, emotive arousal and the air is alive with fangs and poison, a sweet life, living deliciously, the succubus crawl on the ceiling, the incubus howl from afar, and it won't stop until sunrise, the sick ecstasy and pavement cracks vibrating, senses twisted, people lie to themselves, the wives and husbands, fatal fantasies and shark teeth sinking into their head, purple bruises on your face, the blood-jet drugs and none survive.